The
black buildings towered over the wet narrow road. Puddles formed over
the blocked drains, with wet patches over the road. The wind whistled
through the street, taking bits of rubbish with it. Smoke lingered
over the rooftops while a cat walked carefully over the chimney tops.
Rain starts to fall; splashing in the puddles. A single mouse darted
into the middle of the narrow road. It turned its head and ran on.
The silence lingered. No sound. No movement.

Three
footsteps broke the silence. A swish of a long dress echoed around
the alley. Tears from a young ladies face joined the raindrops. Her
perfectly formed lips drawn into a frown as her head moved silently.
Her bright ginger hair hung by her shoulders; darkened by the rain.
The beautiful long velvet dress, hung limp on her body. The hem of
her dress drowned, by the puddle she was stood in. She pulled her
picturesque shawl around her slim shoulders. Her hands shook with
fear. She looked back the way she had came, with a bigger frown on
her face.

A
few streets away she could hear them. They were coming to get her.
Her breathing quickened and her heat beat increased. The wind whipped
through her skinny body, taking her ruby red shawl. She watched it
roll down the narrow road. No time to run and get it. She turned her
head and ran. Her high heeled shoes echoed on the dark buildings
surrounding her. Shadows seemed to jump out behind her.

Never
looking back she ran on. The wind picked up through her hair: it blew
out in a straight line behind her. Her shoes pattering through the
puddles: that was on the road. Her breathing getting heavier by the
minute: the running was tiring her out. She could still hear them;
they were closing in on her. Moonlight splashed on her like a light
as she neared the corner. The River Thames lay in her thought path;
it was in front of her. Still she could hear them. She looked both
ways not knowing where to go next.

She
stopped at the corner and chose her path. The tears were twinned with
the rain. Her velvet dress was clear now. The once had been rich
dress torn by the tree branches and like weight from the rain. A
bench sat patiently next to a shop window. Her legs carried her while
her head was turned in fear. As she sat down the cold hit her. Her
shoulders started to shake: and her sobbing turning into devastation.
Her head sank into her hands: the shaking was worse now, she laid her
tired head on the comforting arm rest. It would have to do. She lay
down and within minutes she slept like never before.

Then
the dreams started. In a green garden, a young girl of about seven
lay on the grass. A grand house rose up in front of the girls opening
eyelids. An elderly lady scurried down the copplestone stairways. The
girl heard the swish of the grey dress on the gavel before she saw
the elderly lady. The girl stood up and flattened down her sun yellow
dress. She knew they would be looking for her; she looked around and
ran towards the woods to the back of the garden. She kept looking
behind her in case anyone was following her. She knew no one would
find her in the attic. Her ginger hair swished by her ears. She could
hear them shouting her name, very worried. She smiled to herself.

"Clemency!
Where are you?"

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